We are products of our times 

these thoughts aren’t mine 

everything passes through us 

from sewers to the divine 

 

I vibe on your signal 

you wave you particle 

merge into a molecule 

divide for reaction

 

deaf dumb and blind 

slaves to the grind 

compressed coal hearts 

exploited diamond mines

 

we see through the veil 

dancing snake-tailed 

impatient for the end 

skipping enlightenment 

 

I drive this carcass 

despite warnings 

from weather service 

to deliver you a package